Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

KangXin appeared to be quite sharp as she quickly understood the basics that HuMing taught her.

What stood out about her was her unwavering dedication to learning and her diligent habit of jotting down notes whenever she encountered something unfamiliar.

It's no wonder that teachers appreciate students who approach learning with such dedication and enthusiasm. It brings them a great sense of fulfillment.

After learning for some time, HuMing let KangXin leave.

KangXin, grasping the books HuMing had purchased for her, left upon learning that HuMing would not be having late-night snacks tonight.

HuMing lay on his bed, staring at the night sky outside, overwhelmed by a sense of hollowness.  

He clasped his hands behind his head, wondering how long he could maintain this stable lifestyle.

Where would he go after leaving the Han family?

What would he do after he found a stable home? Return to his previous profession? But he did not want to live a dangerous life anymore.

Given the current situation, KangXin would be following him, and he needed to keep her safe.  

He rarely felt frustrated.

The moonlight shimmered in the night sky. After some contemplation, HuMing rose from his bed, changed his attire, and quietly made his way out through the window.

Unnoticed by anyone, a shadow discreetly made its way out of the Han family's courtyard. Even the surveillance cameras captured no signs of anything out of the ordinary as if everything was proceeding as expected.

...

Cars sped past one after another. At some point, all of the streetlights illuminated the road. Under the orange light, the road took on a softer tone, with warm browns and yellows and a hint of metallic sheen.

The area was filled with towering buildings, while the streets were alive with the constant movement of traffic and people. The vibrant lights were captivating, creating an enchanting atmosphere that blurred the line between fantasy and reality.

HuMing walked alone on the street, his hands in his pockets.

He wore a light blue trench coat and spectacles without prescription.

As HuMing gazed upon the lively street, he felt as if he had returned to when he had just finished a mission and casually grabbed a late-night snack from a street vendor after.

He sat down at a barbecue stall and ordered a few skewers.

Savoring the cumin scent in the air, HuMing realized he was still alive.

Although being trapped in a sewer was an accident, he was pursued at the time due to some special circumstances.

(TL: This is something that happened before HuMing got transmigrated, his past will be touched on in later chps)

HuMing cracked open a can of beer and swiftly drank it. He barely noticed the alcohol content, as it felt as light as water to him.

However, there was a lot of shouting and dice rolling next to him, which was somewhat distracting.

While eating the skewers, HuMing glanced over to see what the commotion was.

Unfortunately, he happened to lock eyes with one of the rowdy individuals.

HuMing's expression remained calm as he quietly watched the person.

But the person, seemingly drunk, shouted at HuMing,

"What the hell are you looking at, four-eyes freak!"

Seeing this, one of his companions pulled him and tried to calm him down.

HuMing's eyes lowered slightly before lowering his head to continue eating his skewers. He appeared refined and cultured, unlike someone who would cause trouble.

Seeing HuMing not say anything or even look at him, the other party assumed he was afraid of him.

With a disdainful gesture, he pointed at HuMing and proceeded to mock him in front of his companions.

"Look at this four-eyed toad. Simply shout at him a few times, and he will not dare to speak. Damn it, just thinking about the four-eyed toad makes me mad. That four-eyed boss of mine, who the hell does he think he is, always showing off in front of me!"

His companions, listening to his complaints, consoled him while turning to apologize to HuMing.

HuMing nodded in response but did not say anything.

The man, having worked himself up, appeared to have lost interest in continuing to roll the dice. He became agitated and complained loudly about the grievances he faced at his company, using plenty of foul language.

The customers who had planned to sit at the stalls all stood up and left. Clearly, they did not want to be in an environment with a drunk.

The boss, seeing this scene, couldn't help but become enraged. He told the man to lower his voice and not disturb the other customers.

But, it appeared to provoke the man's anger. He abruptly rose from his seat, marched towards HuMing, and attempted to grab the folding table before him.

He had already found HuMing to be an eyesore, and now the boss didn't even provide him with a way to release his frustrations. As the alcohol began to take hold, his awareness of his actions slipped away.

However, when he tried to lift the folding table in front of HuMing, he found he couldn't move it at all.

"You're the one causing trouble here, disturbing the boss's business, and now you're unhappy when someone says something to you?"

HuMing slowly stood up, staring into the man's eyes.

At this moment, his companions quickly rushed over, restrained him, and apologized to HuMing and the boss.

The boss told them to settle the bill and leave, feeling annoyed just looking at them.

But the more the man thought about it, the angrier he got. His gaze fixated on HuMing's retreating figure, his mind clouded by the effects of alcohol, causing him to lose all sense of restraint.

He broke free from the grasp of his companions, swiftly seizing an iron plate from the nearby table, and forcefully swung towards HuMing's head.

Everyone was taken aback, and there was no chance to prevent him.

However, in a surprising turn of events, something astonishing occurred!

It was as if HuMing had eyes in the back of his head. Just as the iron plate was about to strike his head, he lowered his head, turned around, and delivered an uppercut to the man's chin!

The man's body jolted, his eyes rolled back, and he fell backward.

The atmosphere became eerily quiet.

HuMing stared coldly at the man's companions, saying, "If you can't handle your alcohol, don't try to drink like an adult. Making a scene like a mad dog, aren't you afraid of humiliating yourself?"

The group of men, who HuMing ridiculed, couldn't respond. Their faces flushed, uncertain if it was due to the effects of the alcohol or a sense of embarrassment.

They took the initiative to pay HuMing's bill while also apologizing to both the shop owner and HuMing.

However, they couldn't help but shoot a few resentful glances at the unconscious man. Having that individual in their group really brought down their spirit.

HuMing had no intention of understanding their relationship. He just got up and walked away in the distance.

After that punch, HuMing seemed to have regained some experience.

But if it had been in the past, he would have most likely grabbed a nearby glass bottle, smashed it over the opponent's head, and then stabbed him in the throat with the broken glass.

HuMing wandered aimlessly down the street.

Suddenly, a sneaky figure caught his attention.

HuMing narrowed his eyes at the person. The mysterious figure was clad in a black coat and a baseball cap, looking extremely suspicious, and it was unclear whether they were male or female.

The person glanced around cautiously before cautiously venturing into a dimly lit alley.

HuMing looked up at the most prominent sign in the alley.

【Love Hotel】